It may be a grey wet winter like usual in Stockholm. Studded tires may suck. The darkness may make life a bit less fun when the sun seems like go down before it rises. The bikes may wear down faster than you can dream off because of all the salt.
But grey is also a color, suffering together against rolling resistance and water, feeling the skin getting harder.
There is a thing with Stockholm winter that makes you want to continue, in chase of the small beautiful moments that every season has. Finding that piece of sun:
Finding a new place like Stavsnäs with a great café and get some heat:
Finding that piece of clothing you really like when the weather get’s bad:
Yesterday we rode out to Stavsnäs with Claes as guide and Alexander and Oliwer as locomotives in front: Strava
Today I slept in, did a sunny ride to Älgö with Madde and Emil: Strava